kiss me i'm irish

Young Adam lives in his own stupid teenage world. When will he ever wake up and smell the pimple cream? And what is the truth behind all the lies about his fake irish girlfriend Moose? Is Moose a real name anyway?

11. That's weird. . . .

I woke up the next morning with my head burried in my pillow. It was undoubtably warm this morning. I lay on top of the covers and looked around--confused for some reason. What happened to me? Suddenly, a girl walked in. Her face was like an oval. She had ash-blonde hair that rolled down her shoulders and her eyes were crystal blue. She smiled, flashing a beautiful set of perfectly white teeth. Her Cinderella smile suited her looks. She was beautiful--like a princess. Or better. A goddess. "Hello?" I said, flatly. I was a little dazed and a little dizzy. "How are you, honey?" Came the girls sweet, honeyed voice. It was remarkably beautiful. "Are you. . . . real?" I asked, curiously. The girl laughed softly. "Of course I am silly!" She giggled. "Why wouldn't I be?" "I'm sorry," I apologised with much sincerety. "But. . . .I'm sorry, who are you?" The girl laughed again. "I'm Moose!" She chortled. "How deep did you sleep? It's me, Moose! I'm not lying," the girl looked suddenly uneasy. "What's the matter? . . . . honey?" I asked. Suddenly the girls features changed. Seriously changed. She was immediately Zealand J'Adore. "It's me, Moose," the girl lied in her grainy voice. Zealand tried to smile sweetly, but failed. "No, it's not you!" Zealand went suddenly from Zealand to Clara Courtney. She said the same thing. "It's me, Moose." She reassured. Her voice wasn't as scratchy. "No," I started. But I choked, because Clara suddenly changed to Reilly Turner. What was this? "Reilly?" I croaked. "No!" She screamed, loud and piercing and dark. "It's me, MOOSE!" My whole house began to shake like there was an earthquake. And then immediately everything was still. And there was a moose standing in the doorframe. "Hey, honey." It said through the pursed lips. I shot up out of bed, panting; sweating. I suddenly looked to my door, but it was closed. No Zealand, no Clara, no Reilly, no Moose.